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He Fanxing's lips are full of wine. When he pastes them up, Guo Jingjing doesn't feel blazing, even slightly chilly.

He Fanxing tentatively stretched out his hand, around Guo Jingjing's waist, hugged tightly, and his abdomen was close to each other, so that they could feel the temperature on each other's body

Guo Jingjing was slightly drunk in his eyes, and he Fanxing's facial features magnified infinitely in front of him. Should this man be 30? Skin care is better than It's better than Amy Zhao. There's no way. He doesn't have many women. In addition to his grandmother, only Zhao may.

he's eyes are very beautiful, not too small, long eyeliner and longer eyelashes. What Guo Jingjing does not understand is why a man's eyelashes can be so long.

And once this pair of eyes focuses on someone, it is estimated that no one will resist, as if they can speak, full of tenderness in the pupil light.

He Fanxing pecked and kissed several times. The dragonfly skimmed the water in general, and his voice was particularly low: "ah Jing, am I drunk? Well? "

Guo Jingjing can't answer. He just suddenly wants to kiss the person in front of him. Instead of being kissed, he takes the initiative to kiss the other party.

In his mind, he did. He learned how to meet the lips of the other party, and even learned from the male host on TV. He opened his mouth slightly and bit the lower lip of He Fan Xing. As a result, he failed to do his best, and he directly bit his mouth.

"Well." He Fanxing snorted.

"I'm sorry." Guo Jingjing was so surprised that he let go of his teeth and retreated. He looked at the place where he had been torn. He was annoyed in his eyes. Fortunately, there was no bleeding.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, ah Jing," he Fanxing said with a placid smile, rubbing the skin back and forth with his hands on his back neck. "Let's try again."

Guo Jingjing looks at he Fanxing's eyes with a smile of encouragement in the other's eyes. Guo Jingjing looks at his red lips again. After thinking about it, he slowly gets together. This time, he doesn't need to bite. He just pulls up carefully. With a little suction, he sucks his lips into his mouth, so he doesn't dare to move.

He Fanxing's eyes were full of surprise. Guo Jingjing's behavior was unskillful and even had no experience. However, for he Fanxing, it was a kind of deep temptation, which aroused the fire that he constantly suppressed.

He Fanxing is no longer just a probe. His hand on Guo Jingjing's back neck exerts force on his wrist, and their lips are slightly deformed because of squeezing. Guo Jingjing is surprised and afraid of biting him again. He Fanxing's tongue goes into his mouth, which is different from the cool of his lips. He Fanxing's tongue is hot and stirs and entangles with Guo Jingjing.

The faint smell of wine permeated his mouth. Guo Jingjing felt as if he was drunk. His heart was beating fast and his face was about to burn. However, he did not push aside hefanxing. On the contrary, like he Fanxing, he was also asking for what he Fanxing wanted from him.

Sky thunder hook fire in general, two people so selfless in the living room kiss inseparable.

"Ah Qing? What are you doing standing in my way at the door? "

Zhang's voice suddenly rang out. Guo Jingjing's closed eyes suddenly opened and his tongue pricked. He immediately took it back from the mouth of He Fan Xing. He raised his arm and pushed him away. He lowered his head and blushed as if he were on fire.

He Fanxing's reaction was better than that of him. He even calmly took out a paper towel from the tea table and wiped the corners of Guo Jingjing's mouth. Guo Jingjing found that his mouth was full of saliva from each other. He wiped his mouth with his arms and clothes. He Fanxing wiped his mouth naturally with Guo Jingjing's use of

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Zhang Qing's face was wonderful. He didn't expect that these two people had reached such a point. The key was that his son, enjoying his face, half of them nestled into the arms of He Fan Xing. Although he knew that Guo Jingjing's expression could not be forced, Zhang Qing still had a sense of anger that "his son was corrupted by he Fanxing". Fortunately, he still knew this Zhang can not see the situation, simply blocked the whole person in the kitchen door.

"Ah Qing? What are you doing? " Zhang Shi reached out and patted Zhang Qing's shoulder. Discontented, he said, "don't block the way."

Seeing that they were separated, Zhang Qing stepped out of the door next to him, looked up at his face, and said, "what expression are you looking at? Is it an upset stomach

Zhang Qing choked out a sentence: "no, Ma."

Zhang ignored him and went to the living room and said to he Fanxing, "Xiaohe, why don't you go to bed and lie down for a while? The bed you came to sleep on last time, the quilts were folded on the bed and left untouched. I'll lay it on for you, and it will be ready soon. "

"No, grandma." He Fanxing was in a good mood and his voice was higher than usual.

Seeing him like this, Zhang's eyes were clear and his face was as normal, but his mouth was a little red, and his lower lip seemed to be a little swollen.

"Xiaohe, what's wrong with your mouth? Look, it's swollen. Can grandma find some ointment for you

"Grandma, it's OK. Don't wipe it," he Fanxing's smile on his face became more and more profound. He took a look at Guo Jingjing from the corner of his eye. Guo Jingjing's face was almost buried in his chest. He Fanxing said to Zhang: "it's just that I knocked it accidentally, it's not in the way.""Knock it? What did you knock? So hard? " Sometimes the old man is very persistent, many things do not stop asking an answer.

He Fanxing didn't answer this time. He turned his head and looked at Guo Jingjing. He couldn't help him. He didn't know what to say he had hit.

He Fanxing turned his head to see Guo Jingjing, and Zhang felt puzzled. How could this matter have something to do with her grandson? At first, she didn't notice it. When she followed his gaze, she found that Guo Jingjing's face was almost as red as a cooked shrimp. If you exaggerate, you'd almost smoke on your head.

"Jingjing, you What's the matter with you? " Zhang was scared. He thought Guo Jingjing was not feeling well. He quickly went over and pulled people to see him. He also turned back and called Zhang Qing, "ah Qing, look, how can Jing Jing's face be so red? Isn't it a fever? "

Zhang Qing tangled a face, wrinkled with chrysanthemum like, powerless to return a sentence: "I don't know..."

"You see how you become a father. Jingjing doesn't know if she is uncomfortable." Zhang's face was worried. He put his hand on Guo Jingjing's forehead and measured the temperature. "It's a little hot. Isn't it really a fever? This It is estimated that Jiangmin can't get up now, or let him show you. It's true! It's all Lao Zhang's fault. I'll drink so much wine to die! "

Zhang clapped his hands in a hurry. Guo Jingjing knew that he could not let this matter go. Even though he really didn't want to talk, he still opened his mouth and comforted Zhang: "grandma, I'm ok. It's just a little hot and comfortable. Don't worry about it.

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"but your face No, even if you don't feel sick, it may be a sign of a fever. You wait. Grandma will get you a cold lotion. You can drink it quickly. In any case, take precautions first. "

Said, Zhang's in a hurry to find medicine, take a cup of water to go.

Guo Jingjing naturally can't drink, but now he is really speechless. He Fanxing on one side is still smiling. No matter how gentle the smile is, Guo Jingjing doesn't have the heart to see it. He angrily says, "you can drink the medicine in a moment!"

He Fanxing did not have any opinion, but also nodded and said, "good."

As a result, Zhang's medicine was actually the stomach of He Fan Xing.

What? Why not dump it? Because in Guo Jingjing's dictionary, waste is a shameful behavior, not to mention it is his grandmother's heart. There is no reason to pour out the elder's mind, so we must drink it. Guo Jingjing can't drink it, and he Fanxing can't run away.

Zhang Shi didn't let Guo Jingjing pick up Zhang Qi, nor did she. She told Zhang Qing that she let him live in the hospital, which was better than shutting him up in the police station.

That night, Zhang took the initiative to call Zhang Yuhe. On the first phone call between mother and son, who had not been in touch for so many years, Zhang only said, "if you want to have my mother in mind, you can come back to me immediately."

Zhang sat at the door, the first day did not see people, the second day still did not see, the third day simply did not look, a Shanghai lettered black Mercedes Benz, but slowly stopped at the door of Zhang's cement pay.

The old driver got out of the car and opened the rear door. Zhang Yuhe, who had been away from home for more than ten years, came out of the car. Zhang Yuhe was very tall and had a big skeleton. His face looked like Zhang Fugui, but his facial features were biased towards Zhang's family. He was smart and wise as a businessman between his eyebrows and eyes.

His eyes turned around to see everything around him. His wife was wearing a beige dress and her small figure was wrapped in mink. Her face was not much bigger than her palms. She was almost in her early thirties. Her skin was as tender as cherry blossoms. Even if she didn't smile, the dimples on her cheek were very obvious. Yamada Zhizi went to Zhang Yuhe and put her hands on it Yu River's arm said a Japanese sentence in his mouth.

Zhang Yuhe looked down at her and said in a deep voice, "yes, this is my hometown, branches. Here, I hope you can speak Chinese

words."

Yamada Zhizi bowed slightly to Zhang Yuhe, and his Chinese was stiff, but his pronunciation was very standard.

"I see, Yu He."

Zhang Yuhe pursed his lips and laughed. He reached out and patted Yamada on the back of his hand. Yamada looked up and gave him a smile.

"Let's go."

Zhang Yuhe said, leading Yamada branch toward the gray brick house, behind the driver with a full hand of gifts followed them.

Zhang Fugui just went to the hospital to remove the thread and came back. Guo Jingjing had to go to class with Zhang Qing. The wound recovered very well, leaving a scar like a centipede. It's not very good-looking.

Zhang Qing took the iodine prescribed by the doctor to wipe Zhang Fugui's wound. The new meat grew a little red. At this time, we should pay more attention not to be infected, and the daily disinfection should be continued.

"Dad, when the wound is completely healed, we'll ask the doctor if there is any ointment for scar collection. If you buy it and smear it, you can make the scar smaller."

When Zhang Fugui heard Zhang Qing say this, he didn't care: "Hi! How old is your father? I don't care about it. I think it's very nice and fresh. "

Then she looked at the Zhang family, who was sitting far away from him. Since seeing the wound on her head in the hospital, Zhang's face was not good. Now that Zhang Qing gave Zhang Fugui medicine, she didn't dare to get close. She couldn't bear to see it. On the one hand, the scar was really frightening. On the other hand, Zhang thought of Zhang Qi as soon as he saw it.Zhang Qing knew that Zhang Fugui's words were meant for Zhang's family, but he didn't want Zhang's family to suffer too much. Zhang Qing knew that their relationship had not eased down. At this moment, he also intended to act as a peacemaker. After listening to Zhang Fugui's words, he said, "dad, you feel fresh. My mother is very sad. That day you were injured and admitted to hospital, my mother has been accompanying you and guarding you all the time.

Zhang Rich and noble sighed and said, "I know, your mother is worried about my accident. You say I'm good, but in turn, you make your mother angry like that. Oh, I really shouldn't have."

"Dad, between husband and wife, who hasn't been noisy all his life? Mom knows, you just don't mean it. It's not really your fault, mom, is it? "

Zhang didn't look up and didn't look at them. He continued to accept his shoes.

Zhang Qing had no choice but to take a look at Zhang Fugui and shook his head: No, mom is still soft.

Zhang Fugui bowed his head in distress and sighed silently.

Zhang doesn't have to look at them and know that they are winking at each other. These days, Zhang Qing comes here every day, intentionally or unintentionally, to help his father find his own way to make peace. Zhang knows the purpose of Zhang Qing, but the more Zhang Qing is like this, the more she thinks of Zhang Fugui that day, she wants to let Zhang Fugui have a good look at what he has done and said, but how Zhang Qing treats him!

The needle in her hand had just passed through her lower head, but the upper position had not been found. The light at the door was suddenly covered by the figure. Zhang looked up to look at people. Her familiar and strange face instantly occupied all her sight.

Zhang Yuhe stood at the door without stepping into the threshold. He stood upright outside the gate. His eyes were wet. His voice was so suppressed that he uttered a trembling cry: "Ma..."

"Hiss!" One did not pay attention, the needle into Zhang's finger, she quickly took the needle away, it was late, blood immediately seeped out.

"Mom

"Mom

Zhang Qing and Zhang Yuhe called out one after another. Zhang Qing was close to him. Before he could squat down to check the injury on his hand, he was pushed.

"How are you, Ma?" Zhang Yuhe pushed Zhang Qing aside and squatted down in front of Zhang. Regardless of the fact that his expensive coat was dragged to the ground and stained with dust, he took Zhang's hand and looked anxious.

"Ma, Ma, how are your hands? Where are they? Let me see. "

"Where have you been all these years! Ah? " Zhang's youngest son, who had been away for more than ten years, finally appeared in front of her. Zhang's tears were falling. "You're so cruel. You don't come back to see your mother for more than ten years. Where have you been? Wuwu..."

Zhang's voice was hoarse. He beat Zhang Yuhe's shoulder and covered his mouth with a handkerchief and sobbed.

"Mom Zhang Yuhe stretched out his hand and held Zhang's family into his arms. He also burst into tears. "Mom, it's the son's unfilial duty. It's the son's fault.

" Yuhe... "

Zhang Fugui also came from the side. Zhang Yuhe raised his head and called for his father. Zhang Fugui nodded his head. Zhang Yuhe held out a hand to hold Zhang Fugui's hand. Zhang hugui held his son's hand tightly, choking with sobs.

Zhang Qing never felt that he was so superfluous as this moment. He looked at everything in front of him like an outsider. Zhang Yuhe, who was completely unfamiliar, held Zhang's family in his arms. His mother and son were in tears.

He shook his hands. His palms were soaked in cold sweat. Zhang Qing turned around and gave way to him. He leaned on the door beside him, staring at the scene in front of him.

"Zhang Qing? " A female voice in his ear remembered that Zhang Qing turned his head and was always standing at the door of Yamada Zhizi. Yamada Zhizi knew that he had guessed right and nodded and laughed at Zhang Qing.

"Hello..." Zhang Qing was a little embarrassed. He didn't know what kind of ceremony he should give to the Japanese woman in front of him.

Yamada Zhizi looked at him. Although the tone was still stiff, it would not erase the hurt in her words. She said to Zhang Qing, "I'm sorry, Qing Jun, can you give this long lost mother and son some private space? After all, you have monopolized this maternal love that does not belong to you for many years

Zhang Qing's face turned white, shaking his lips and did not speak.

Yamada looked at him and bent down to him: "please, Yuhe doesn't really want to see you here, and I don't want my husband to be unhappy."